Disclaimer: I don't own Land Before Time, just Torik
Littlefoot lay on the grassy hill staring up at the night circle. He'd be in so much trouble if he was caught up this late after his nest time. Yet this couldn't wait. Littlefoot needed to talk to Torik.
"Back home," Torik said from her seat beside him "we call the night circle the moon and the bright circle is the sun."
"Do you have different words for a lot of stuff?" Littlefoot asked partly because it was a good way of staling and also he really was interested
"Well," Torik traced patterns in the grass with a stick as she talked "Sky puffies are clouds, jumping waters are gysers, and the big water is the ocean." Torik poked Littlefoot with her stick, "You'd be a brontosaurus. Cera's a triceratops, Petrie's a pteradactyle, I have no clue what Duckie would be called, Spike's a stegosaurus, and Chomper is a tyrannosaurus rex. Also called a T-rex for short." Torik put a special emphasis on her mention of Chomper and stopped playing with her stick
Torik knew why they were there. Not that there'd been anything to figure out, it'd been pretty obvious since Littlefoot had woken her up saying he needed to speak with her. Which, after seeing how scary she could be when woken up during a good sleep, he had no intention of ever doing again.
"I'm sorry."
Littlefoot was shocked by the sudden apology
"Why?"
Torik's gaze was on the ground.
"I had no right to tell you. I mean, it's not like you wouldn't have figured it out eventually."
Littlefoot shook his head even though Torik wasn't watching
"No, I'm not happy about it, but you're right. I hate feeling this helpless." Littlefoot grumbled the last part through gritted teeth
Although Torik's face remained bowed towards the ground her eyes shifted to the top corners so she could look at Littlefoot
"Any ideas about what you're going to do?" Torik inquired softly
Littlefoot resumed staring up at the night circle, or, as Torik called it, the moon.
"I'm going to take you're advice about enjoying the time I have with him. We'll laugh and play together like always. When he's mocked for being a sharp-tooth I'll go through the motions of defending him the same way I did before." Littlefoot took a deep breath, "Then when that day starts to come I'll have to banish him from the Great Valley. You pointed out the flaws in my first plan and I could never bring myself to kill Chomper. The only choice I'll have will be to sever all my ties with him and hope I'll never see him again." Littlefoot's voice cracked more and more as he talked until he'd broken down crying at the end and had to force the words out.
Torik made no move to comfort Littlefoot and tell him everything would be okay. They both knew better.
So Littlefoot pretended things were the same and acted as though they would never change. Torik became a constant playmate, though a bit reluctantly at first seeing as how she and Littlefoot never managed to stop having an awkward relationship. Littlefoot continued to strain his length of time with Chomper until something happened that made it impossible to push any farther.